Chapter 109: Impossible
Shen Liangyan watched Xu Yu’s retreating figure as she walked into the campus, indistinguishable from any eighteen-year-old female college student.
“President Shen, the new company is based in M City, near M University. Some finance students are interested in interning at the company. Should we consider it—”
The new company occupied the seventeenth floor on the east side of M University, directly opposite the finance department.
Perhaps the class ended late...
The surface of the Great Sage’s staff shimmered with ripples of cyber spiritual energy, emitting crackling sounds as it began to compress and deform.
Yet, Yamada herself understood all too well that the chances of her being with Commander Mieko were exceedingly slim.
Lin Zijin was puzzled and wanted to ask for clarification, but upon seeing Shangguan Lianyue’s expression, she held back.
Upon hearing that I was unwilling to let him go, Zhou Wei’s voice trembled with tears, sounding pitiful and forlorn.
Before Lin Feng and the others arrived, Lin Zijin wore a simple white T-shirt with jeans, her hair tied high in a ponytail. Though her face was masked by psychic camouflage to appear ordinary, her perfectly sculpted figure was still evident.
Immediately, she released cyber spiritual energy from her palm, forming a plasma light membrane that enveloped the digital tank, manipulating it as if enchanting a divine artifact.
Having nearly finished eating, Chen Hongjian used his psychic power to scout a location, marking it mentally with a simple sign and instructing Xia Mi to set the exit there directly.
Gazing at the nine pleated strips at the hem of her white dress, it was clear they were shaped from nine nerve bundles woven into a tail-like form.
Since Bai Yifei left yesterday, Xiao Yunna had spent the entire night sleepless, gripped by terror. Even now, she couldn’t understand why she had succumbed to such infatuation last night.
The crucial factor was that Hu Biao and the others had decisively led the charge, capturing three key machine gun fortresses held by the German forces in the ensuing battle.
Perhaps sensing the gaze, Yu Miso suddenly sat upright, folding her hands over her chest and silently muttering something.
From the other end of the phone, an obvious pause could be heard. Chen Jinxi remained silent without response, followed by faint sobbing that irritated Lu Chuan.
Waking naturally with the dawn’s first light, Zhou Jinru opened his eyes and rose from bed, feeling invigorated and inexplicably refreshed, though his stomach protested loudly with hunger. Old Qin was nowhere to be found in the communications room, but Zhou paid no mind, grabbing some money before heading out in search of food.
“I didn’t expect you to be so bold,” Wu Xue said, a mix of surprise and admiration in her gaze as she looked at Wan Jie.
Moreover, the doctor had confirmed it was a fully formed baby boy; once the child was born, she would become the ultimate victor.
Not having seen him for days, Lin Zhong appeared thinner, yet this had only carved his features into sharper relief. Though not conventionally handsome, his appearance was strikingly comforting—a rugged, solid presence that instilled a sense of security.
The next morning, as the rooster crowed for the first time, Shen Qingqing was already up. The winter dawn was bitterly cold, with mist hanging in the air.
As expected, Liang Jizhou did not disappoint the expectations of the New Year painting, swiftly dispatching Ma Chengzhi and Ming Hongyan in no time.
Awakening at dawn, Zhou Jinru opened his eyes to find a turtle lying beside him. It was still the same formula, the same scent. Though Hong was patrolling outside at night, why had the turtle entered so easily?
Shen Qingqing had heard people say that those with thin lips were generally heartless, but watching Lin Zhong, she realized the old saying might not be entirely true.
“All right, enough talk. Let’s eat,” Nan Zhonggong said, though inwardly displeased, seeing Yuan’s stubborn persistence, he chose not to argue further.